And now, the end is near, and so I face the final curtain…
…were not lyrics that I heard today
I drifted off to sleep after midnight listening to
“Desperadoes under the eaves” by Warren Zevon
played on my iPod which I use as an alarm clock. I have become slightly obsessed with this song lately; by the way that the sophisticated wordplay and (largely) solo voice of the first verse is replaced in the second by a simple hum and sweet harmonies.
Listened to next to no music today as I was out on the streets in my new (temporary) job as Census Collector.
At one stage I didn’t think I’d hear any music at all today but I managed to catch the rerun of Top of the Pops from this week in 1976. This was not quite as dire as last week, despite being presented by Noel Edmunds. It began with:
Theme from ‘NCIS’
I watched last night’s episode online before heading off to work with an artist at nearby Primary School. I find this show oddly soothing.
Further thrilling revelations of my musical consumption: